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Dec 2017
It's a retreat of raw meat when I'm quick on my feet like Pecos Pete
whose staph stang shells struck in sails shorn by sheep as they bleat
that ***-change surgery ups ***-craziness in the gender-incomplete
from the wilds of London to the green, Greekish island called Crete
where icy slime & hot wax oozes from skanks like hard-won deceit
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